The Inevitable Return to Sensuality

The Inevitable Return to Sensuality

One doesn’t understand the beauty of something until he sensually experiences it. If a photograph which contains
the most beautiful the world can conjure is presented before one’s eyes, one sees the beauty of the image alone, and not of what it contains. One
sees only the photograph. Michelangelo’s work on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel can only be fathomed by laying on the beautiful cold marble
floor, breathing the musky air, somehow fundamentally in love with gravity, gazing upward as the man himself had surely done. No photo can ever
compare.

As we box ourselves in further, confining ourselves to our screens and walls limiting the very sensuality we sometimes fear, we suffer, longing for
what is behind, what is beyond, where nature and sensuality await us. What do we experience when we finger our apps and buttons, clicking our way
through images and abstractions of that which lies directly out the nearby window? Can this be healthy?

There’s a reflection in the screen. It’s us, sensual, in the moment, experiencing through every pore, but sitting there, still, unmoved,
forgetting, entranced by the light emanating from the glass in front of us, and the melody of symbols that gather there. We are living, and this is
how we are doing it—seated with ass to chair, safe and tucked away in our little corner, seemingly oblivious to the fundamental chaos around us, as
we calmly retire from our sensuality.

When everything within us stops moving, we die. Why do we try to stop moving? What is it we fear about that chaos that flows through us, the constant
din of movement animating us? Our legs long to step over rocks along western shores, to run free as every manifestation of movement does; yet, to
many, they provide nothing but something to sit on. Our bodies yearn to feel something new, providing us with the memories that inspire happiness upon
the reflection of our lives. What memories do getting lost in a screen provide?

Sensuality is a first principle, yet we do more to hide this fact than embrace it. It is our relationship with everything. It is through our senses we
learn to love and laugh. A light caress, a profoundly beautiful scent and touch of a warm lover can change everything, and negate all previous ideas
of love. The sight, sound and smell of a beautiful forest or mountain are burned into the memory, reminding us that out there, beyond the screens,
nothing else can possibly be more beautiful.

Smell your screen, touch it, look at it, taste it, now you are experiencing it as you should, sensual and alive, as physical as it is, body in motion
and feeling, physis, and no longer merely the dull reflection we can hardly recognize. We begin to remember.

Beyond the screen is the chaos of world and what we make of it. For too long we’ve shamed our sensuality, our bodily arousal and the chaos it brings
in favour of self-negation, self-denial and the retiring from life into spirit. To what end?

Dance, sing, laugh, play, and love with every sense. Live first, remember well, and die later. Perhaps, words to live by? Perhaps something to
die for.

Excellent. I often think of the position people are in and then I read a book or go back to sleep; and then I think possibly I've been left behind
because I don't imbibe. Maybe if I had a facebook account I'd be able to experience this sensuality first-hand. After all, it seems to be the path of
least (and shortest) resistance.

This, I realize, is the reason people around me are the way they are. It soon becomes apparent they are the easier to be duped into savagery. And here
I am, alone, with nothing to do at 2:36am but to post on some conspiracy website most likely run by the "man" who perpetrated these chains in the
first place; but, on second thought, humanity seems dumb enough and lazy enough to do this themselves, like a dog with its head stuck in that too
small mayonnaise jar oblivious to everything but the slop caked and dried on the inside; and this slop is no other than that which many call
entertainment and some call their lives.

If true beauty is wanted, go look at a tree, and the birds and squirrels that eat the nuts, and the snakes that eat the birds, and the kids that kill
the snakes, and realize that those kids have nothing but their lives ahead of them and thank god they aren't inside doing something wasteful like I
would have been doing at that age (although I killed my fair share of snakes). Realize that you are the kid, the snake, the bird, the squirrels, and,
if I dare say, the tree; and realize that we are all in this maze of death, and there is no escape for anyone or anything. True beauty will come to
you in a second, and I'm sure you won't like it.

After reading the fourth paragraph of the OP, readers are encouraged to search the film LeMans on Youtube (the full movie from 1971- 1:48:39 is the
duration), skip to 48:40 and tell me that these men are not some of the most genuine in world history; and some of the most acquainted with absurd
beauty. True role models.

It's a shame that the automobile is going the same route as the button, which is to say the smooth, transparent way, lacking any and all tactile
depth.

I think you're right. In order to remain in the comfort of society we must participate in it. It's definitely tedious. But I think one can play her
cards right, so to speak, and design a regiment that allows for more adventure between bouts of tedium. Maybe even something as simple as a shift in
mindset can help further this cause.

Are you proposing to take care of me...So I don't have to worry about the day to day??? I'd be more than willing to take your application.

No ma'am, I would do no such thing. I'm proposing that with a return to sensuality, your day-to-day might become tedious means to exquisite ends,
something to look forward to, anticipate and think about while seemingly trapped in the grind.

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